Ted The Caver Novels & Stories

That’s all it took for him to be knocked out. A few moments later, the hunter was awake. He pushed himself up with his right hand, glancing around the strange cave. It was dark and grey, only the light from fire emitting around from what appeared like a hole in the cave. Droplets of water dripped around him, making a light echo as they plopped against the hard rock ground. Javier watched as the human clutched his side, trying to steady himself. “Who…who…” He panted, slowly pushing himself up again. “Who are you?”

he said, lighting a match. A second before the match hit the ground, he shifted and Mira jumped on his back. He ran as fast as he could as explosions happened in the chamber. The cave began to shake and crumble around them. Cohen pushed himself harder trying to reach the cave entrance before the ceiling collapsed onto them. He made one long leap and both of them out of the cave. The cave was completely sealed. All that was left was finishing the hybrids that left the cave.

If I had to be unhappy, I could be unhappy in the cave, spatula in hand. Never know. Thou mayest find buried treasure. Wouldn't that turn Ruth's face red? With that image cheering me up a bit, I gathered my jacket, gloves, and scarf, found my trowel, and headed for the caves. The rain fell in thick sheets, lapping against the exposed skin of my cheeks as I struggled to run in every layer I wore. For the first time, I felt relieved as I dropped to my knees and slid down the muddy tunnel entrance into the cave.

She was not yet aware that each mark was a testament to a physical torment that mirrored the emotional turmoil he felt inside. Ava's voice trembled as she asked, "Carver, what... what are all these marks from?" Settling in, Carver hesitated, his voice almost a whisper, "There's a place... somewhere I go when things get too much. It's where they... help me pay for my wrongs so I can move forward." His cryptic words hung in the air, and Ava's heart raced, piecing together the implications of his confession. A cold realization dawned, and with a surge of horror and confusion, she abruptly left the bath, not even bothering to keep the water from cascading over the side as she jumped out.

I was always hurting myself. I saw an opening to our left behind the falls. I yelled back to Tadeas to see if I was to stop. Once he confirmed, I slid across a few of the rocks and into the cave. Tadeas was moving with ease behind me. I wondered how often he climbed like that. “Another Cave?” I questioned with a grin. “You liked the first one so much I thought it would be a perfect date.” He responded causing my heart to flutter. He pulled a blanket out of the bag with a bottle of wine and some food. I giggled when he removed the small first aid kit before he put it back into the bag.

“Pup I was the best tracker in my class back in the day!” “I know Daddy! You tell me every day!” I scream as I duck back in the hole, away from his tickle assault. Looking further down the hole its weird, I can hear something. I start to crawl further in, what is that? “Sammy, come on back now. Caves are dangerous unless you know what you are doing.”

Adam yelled. “Let the warmer have it, I need to check on something, will be right back.” Theo added as he dashed outside heading towards the woods. *-DOOM SQUAD-* A dark seering energy radiated from an anonymous cave, the rain poured heavily towards the cave as darkness illuminated the dreaded cave. “We have been searching for the dagger for a year now but we haven't found it, are you sure it’s here on Earth??” A voice rang out in a cave below a mountain.

By the time we reached the opening of the cave, hidden beneath a curtain of weeping moss, the adrenaline was beginning to subdue, replaced by something far more volatile. The cave was small. "We stay here until dawn," Cane grunted. He moved to the center of the small space, his movements heavy. He began to strip away the remains of his tactical gear. His shirt was a shredded ruin, hanging off his massive shoulders in dark. My breath hitched. I sat back against the cave wall, my own clothes in similar disarray, my top torn at the shoulder, revealing the pale skin that still carried the residual glow of the White Wolf.

An errant stalagmite that was hastily cut down after the fact. ‘The sewers’ was Ma Jules’ choice of word for the elaborately designed mountain cave I created. ”Who’d you think it is?” Kalden whispered, the steel in his voice sharp enough that it bounced off the neon shine of the brightly lit walkway. I was almost to my chambers now, pausing instead and turning to the exit as I considered it.

And now the deadliest city in 1920s America has my back. Hot Springs just got a lot harder to kill me in. Treasure #10 & The Big Man Himself Saturday, December 21, 2025 Winter Solstice The cedar compass is burning a hole in my pocket, pointing straight down into the oldest part of the thermal caves beneath Central Avenue. Remy, Seras, and I are moving fast, no boards, just quiet boots and held breath, following the tenth petal that’s been glowing since sunrise. We’re two hundred yards under Bathhouse Row when the tunnel opens into a cavern I’ve never seen on any map.